The massive animal approached Mark, with its enormous head lowered. Liz watched in anticipation as it strode towards the man with its loping gait. When it was upon him, it peered into his face with its black eyes, and Liz
raised her hands to her mouth, eyes wide. Then it made a low sound, like a running engine, and Liz’s eyes widened even more. A wild animal is a wild animal, no matter how much a human may think otherwise.